The Sinful Business

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

   𝐔tkarsh was stressed out, so I decided to give him a coffee.

   We were currently in his office right now, with twenty guards surrounding me like I am something about to be stolen.

   I can't blame him, I heard Kelvin ran away.

   “He cut his wrists. And now he is wearing a fake one. In both hands.” I hear Lakshay say, and Utkarsh just nodded.

   Utkarsh switched to Lakshay's security and thus he was here himself to ensure our safety. But I feel horrified at what Kelvin did. I am awestruck.

   After some more talks, Lakshay left. Utkarsh was busy with other things, like how Rushika accused him of, uh, various things and how his phone got hacked.

   He got a new phone and a sim card, and it is believed that it Kelvin is behind all this.

   I sigh and sit on the couch.

   Coffee mug is in my hands, but he is busy on his phone and too busy to drink it. I just keep it on his table and decided to read a book. I didn't have any other things to do right now.

   As I opened the book, all I did was think. How Kelvin ran away. How can he cut his own wrist and how he wore a fake one.

   I wonder if I somehow get caught in his hands, what will he do to me.
Will he tie me up forever? Will he cage me like a bird? Or worse, will he force himself on me?

   Sweat forming in my palms transfers on the book I am holding, but I couldn't care less about it. My attention is solely on the consequences of what is about to happen. If Kelvin gets a hold on me, what can I do?

   If Utkarsh won't be there to save me, I will have to save myself on my own. I can't rely on him.

   My gaze gets fixed on nothing, and my mind starts to plot worse and worse things that could happen to me.

   If he holds my wrists, I will hit his groin. If my legs are tied, I will untie them, and run away. Or I can scratch his face with my nails. Maybe I have to start taking a knife with me. Or maybe a gun. A gun ja better.